Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land?

“You didn’t break it, did you?”

“No way.”

“Okay.”

Seira pushed him back into the bathroom and left her room.

‘I’ll have to sort the men out first before bringing his luggage.’

She didn’t mean to pass her duties to the guest. If they came for her, she should be willing to deal with it herself. There’s no need to use power against those people anyway.

‘I’ll need to grab a sword first.’

If she’d get too excited, they’ll soon realize she wasn’t just a mere Omega. Thinking that she found a way to relieve some stress that accumulated for a while, Seira came down the stairs lithely.

And when she came out after scouring for a few useful weapons…

‘…what?’

As if what happened earlier was an illusion, Seira could see the front was empty. There wasn’t even a single body left, presuming that the others had run away in fear.

‘There’s no such thing as loyalty.’

There must be mercenaries who weren’t like that, but there was no way that the people who came in separate groups would take their competitor’s body with them.

‘What’s going on?’

After descending the stairs and looking around, there was no one left hiding.

‘It’s a strange thing.’

Seira headed to the greenhouse without an answer to her question. On the way out after checking Baron’s horse, which she had often seen, Seira checked the greenhouses where the Ancora was put in once in a while.

There was nothing particularly amiss except that the greenhouse became very crowded due to the breeding of the Ancora.

After she returned, Seira climbed the stairs with unresolved questions in her head.

The only conclusion she could manage was rather an unrealistic assumption that the hundreds belonged to the same mercenary group and had taken their dead colleagues as they fled.

‘There’s no other explanation…’

As Seira opened the bedroom door without a thought, she was caught by surprise.

“Oh….”

Baron barely covered his private parts with a towel and stood in the middle of the room.

“Er, have you washed up already?”

She finally realized that she’d forgotten to bring the robe in front of the bathroom as she was distracted by the intruders. Seira, who closed the door pretending to be calm, approached him and handed him the bag.

“Here. I thought it would be better to dress properly, so I brought it with me.”

Even though she already saw him naked and had sex with him more than once, Seira hasn’t fully adjusted to Baron’s body. No, she didn’t see it in a more comfortable manner. It was because she could vividly recall how those muscles twitched and moved whenever he got on top of her. As a result, she could only associate them with overly obscene and lewd thoughts.

Baron took a step closer and took the bag as he asked, “Did you go out alone? What about them?”

The distance between them made the moisture in his body noticeable in her eyes.

“They must have been scared, and everyone ran away.”

Seira grabbed a towel which was about to fall off his body, and wiped his wet parts.

“You need to wipe yourself thoroughly, the floor is getting wet.”

Baron, who was embarrassed by the way she took his towel unexpectedly, blinked as he reached out and stiffened.

“Ran away? All of them?”

“Yes.”

“That can’t be possible…”

His words blurred as he bent his knees and lowered himself. Thanks to her, he was able to clean the nape of his neck and back without much difficulty.

“Now that you’re done, get dressed.”

“Why don’t you dry my hair as well?”

Baron’s face, looking up at her, was full of expectations that it was difficult to be cold.

Seira let out a short sigh and pointed with her chin.

“Then sit down on the bed.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Seira couldn’t help but laugh at him as he sat obediently on the bed. It was cute because he looked like the dog she raised as a child, but quite different because he was as big as a tiger.

Baron’s dark blue hair was softer than usual, perhaps because it was wet. Even though her hands must be clumsy, he left her to dry his hair without a fuss.

Doing this naturally reminded her of Aven, who brushed her hair always. No one would be able to imitate that pleasant touch anyway. Seira, who felt sorry for no reason, rubbed Baron’s head with a towel and said it was done.

Just as she was about to take a step back, Baron’s arm wound around Seira’s waist.

“Seira…”

He put his forehead on her belly and rubbed it slightly, tilting his head and meeting her gaze.

“It’s only been three days, and I missed you so much that I was going crazy.”

Was it because of his messy hair? Or was it because of the eyelashes that were still wet?

“Can you kiss me?”

A man with a lot of hope looked so pitiful.

Though she was conflicted, she put a brief kiss on his forehead and lifted it right away. She knew at this point she should walk away.

“…”

Seira, who was agonizing over the pitiful look in Baron’s eyes, held his shoulder and leaned her head a little more.

Considering that he came all the way to see her and stood guard by her door, she thought she should do this much.